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Book meme

I don’t usually do these “meme” things but found this one interesting enough to break my rule. It is based on list of books below. The instructions: bold the ones you’ve read, italicize the ones you might read, cross out the ones you won’t, underline the ones on your book shelf, and place parentheses around the ones you’ve never even heard of.

The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby – Scott F. Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – J. K. Rowling
The Life of Pi – Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story – George Orwell
Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
The Hobbit – J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies – William Golding
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
1984 – George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – J. K. Rowling
One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
The Secret History – Donna Tartt
Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – C.S. Lewis
Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
Atonement – Ian McEwan
(The Shadow of The Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
Dune – Frank Herbert
Sula by Toni Morrison
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
(The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo)
(White Teeth by Zadie Smith)
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

Finally, the meme inquires about books you would add to the list, be it because you love them or you think they’re worthy of note?

A Million Little Pieces, James Frey (I know, I know. But I don’t care. I love it.)

A World Lit Only by Fire, William Manchester

Darkness at Noon, Arthur Koestler

Dune, Frank Herbert

The Foundation Trilogy, Isaac Asimov (I know it’s three books but you’ll want/need to read all three.)

The Ordeal, Vasily Bykov (Thanks to Evgenia, our foreign exchange student from Belarus a couple years ago.)

The Sparrow, Mary Doria Russell

The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien


[M]y early and invincible love of reading . . . I would not exchange for the treasures of India.

Edward Gibbon, Memoirs

Book Review: Here Comes the Sun (2006)

People loved to label the members of the Beatles. Paul was “the cute one.” John was “the smart one.” Ringo was “the sad one.” George was always “the quiet one.” And just as Lennon eventually was viewed as “the political one,” Harrison became “the one who was into those strange Eastern religions.” Hopefully, Joshua Greene’s book, Here Comes the Sun will contribute to that last label becoming “the spiritual one.”

The subtitle, The Spiritual and Musical Journey of George Harrison, is well-chosen. While Liverpool, the founding of the band and Beatlemania are all there, that history largely serves to simply set the stage. The focus here is on Harrison’s spiritual interests and the significant role it came to play in his life and his music. Here Comes the Sun demonstrates that the Hindu religion was not a grace note but a major theme in Harrison’s life and music. And while Harrison’s death means Greene has a tendency to rehash much non-original material to show Harrison’s personal thoughts, his background provides some unique insight.

Greene was, like Harrison, a student of A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. Prabhupada was the founder of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness, the largest part of the “Hare Krishna” movement. Harrison purchased an estate in London for use as a Krishna retreat that was named Bhaktivedanta Manor and recorded an album of Hare Krishna chants (on which Greene was one of the chanters and played harmonium) sung by members of a temple for which Harrison guaranteed the lease.

As such, Greene does not view or treat Harrison’s interest in Eastern religion as the dalliance of a wealthy but eccentric rock star. Instead, the book looks seriously at Harrison’s views and worship of Krishna and the role its tenets and practices played in Harrison’s day-to-day life. Greene takes us from Harrison’s first trip in India 1966 to his various return trips up to his death. He also discusses the philosophical and spiritual discussions Harrison had with Prabhupada and other teachers and devotees.

Moreover, it looks at how the philosophy found its way into Harrison’s music. Among other things, it introduced Harrison to and encouraged his study of the sitar. Perhaps more important, Krishna and Hinduism directly impacted his songwriting. While Harrison’s blending of Hindu beliefs and concepts is seen from his first solo release, the stellar All Things Must Pass. Greene shows some of the subtler aspects of its influence. One example is “My Sweet Lord,” the song with an overt religious tone and a Hare Krishna chant that was the first Beatle solo effort to hit #1 on the charts. Harrison intentionally started the chant out with repeated use of the word “hallelujah” before transitioning into the mantra because it is more familiar and acceptable to westerners. As Harrison said, “I wanted to show that ‘Hallelujah’ and ‘Hare Krishna’ are quite the same thing.”

A combination of the essential role of Krishna worship in Harrison’s life and his efforts to be subtle is seen in his appearance in the two shows of the charity concert for Bangla Desh. Everyone could see Harrison in his pure white suit. Yet few probably realized that Harrison had a tailor stitch the Om symbol in the lapels of the suit and embroidered the Hare Krishna mantra on the collar and cuffs. Yet Harrison was later accused of wearing his religion on his sleeve in the more traditional figurate sense of the phrase. During Harrison’s North American tour in support of 1974’s Dark Horse album, critics lambasted Harrison for proselytizing. Harrison, though, was unabashed.

You know, I didn’t force you or anybody at gunpoint to come to see me. And I don’t care if nobody comes to see me, nobody ever buys another record of me. I don’t give a shit, it doesn’t matter to me, but I’m going to do what I feel within myself.

This statement reveals not only the fervor of Harrison’s belief but another aspect of him that Greene brings out but does not explore as analytically. Harrison was plainly conflicted in many ways. While he loved his Beatle bandmates like brothers, Harrison detested the inability to shed that past. He felt trapped by the never-ending mania over and fascination with the Beatles and the public’s seeming inability to regard him and the others as anything but Beatles.

Harrison initially embarked on his spiritual quest to find refuge and solace from the never-ending spotlight of Beatledom. Greene’s work leaves little doubt, though, that Eastern philosophy not only helped bring peace and inner well-being to Harrison’s life, it contributed to some excellent music in ours.


I’m lucky to be a grain of dirt in creation.

George Harrison in Joshua Greene’s Here Comes the Sun

The agony of defeat

It would be remiss of me to let the USHL season close without commenting on the Stampede loss in the Clark Cup championship. Despite all the talk about holding their heads high and the like, I have no doubt every member of that team feels bad today. Going from last place last year to Game 5 of the championship series was no small accomplishment but there is no doubt losing sucks. For fans who have been there for the bad and good years, it is also painful and we do, in fact, “Bleed Stampede.”

Still, from a fan standpoint, this was a wonderful season of great hockey. A special nod must go to captains Ben Holmstrom and Nate Prosser, who have been here for three years and saw the worst and then the best.

Each of the series in the playoffs was tremendous and any one of the teams we faced could have won the title. It proved just how much fun playoff hockey can be. As for those who jumped on the bandwagon for the last two home games, part of me wonders where they were when the total wins over the last two years were less than the number of wins this year alone. But probably a bigger part of me says “Welcome” and hopes the newcomers are now addicted. I would also be remiss in not mentioning those who gave up their season tickets during the losing years. Thanks to them, I now have great seats on the red line.

But you know what’s as bad as losing the championship game? Knowing there’s no more live hockey until this fall.

Thanks again Stampede for a great year of hockey. I hope it’s just the first of many to come for all the players.


When you pull on that jersey you represent yourself and your teammates. And the name on the front is a hell of a lot more important than the one on the back.

USA Hockey coach Herb Brooks, Miracle

Returning marginalia

As usual, being gone for a few days leaves me behind both at work and on the homefront. That plus recovering from the Stampede loss in the Clark Cup championship game tonight means it will be a bit longer before regular programming resumes with several book reviews, etc., In the interim:


I never bow to the laws of the thought police.

Title track, Neil Young, Living With War

Departing marginalia

Wanted to note a couple items that popped up over the last day or so before I head off for the season’s big Junior Olympic volleyball tournament. I’m hoping the Minneapolis Convention Center (which is wall-to-wall volleyball courts during the tournament) has wireless access so I can hear the Stampede Clark Cup finals games over the internet.

  • If you haven’t heard already, the legal and publishing communities are buzzing about whether the judge in the Da Vinci Code copyright case put his own code in his 71-page ruling? You can get a PDF copy of the ruling here. (Via How Appealing).
  • About a week after winning the Best Novel award from the British Science Fiction Association, Geoff Ryman’s Air won the 2006 Arthur C. Clarke Award. The award, in its 20th year, is given for the best science fiction novel that received its first British publication during the previous calendar year. Ryman’s book is also on the short list for the Nebula Awards to be given out the first weekend in May.
  • Here’s a couple opportunities to learn of some good international literature. Currently underway is PEN World Voices, a New York festival of international literature. Iif you’re interested you can follow the festival at MetaxuCafe or The Literary Saloon or even listen to PEN podcasts. More widespread is Reading the World, in which independent booksellers and publishers cooperate to bring attention to literature from outside the US. This year 40 books from 10 publishers are featured in the program, which kicks off in May.
  • I think this MySpace thing is going too far. Just today I saw reports that both Neil Young and one of this year’s hottest SF authors, John Scalzi, have MySpace pages. Of course, maybe it’s just a different Blogger approach.

Books may well be the only true magic.

Alice Hoffman